A growl escaped Antonio's lips before he punched the Prussian back in the guts.
It Was On Now
The two started fighting with fists in the air as Lovino screamed and tried to stop them. Lovino didn't know why they were fighting but he still tried, Antonio hit Gilbert hard in the stomach so he coughed up blood while Antonio had a black eye before getting a blood nose from Gilbert to go along with it. Doctors and nurses soon rushed in before Lovino was hit instead.
Clasping to the floor, Lovino was out which got the two males to stop, quickly diving to the floor was Gilbert, checking if Lovino was alright while Antonio blinked, confused with what happened. "Lovino, Lovino, Lovi?" Gilbert said while shaking him before frowning at the doctors picking up the Italian to put him on the bed while security guards took the two males outside. Straight away Gilbert glared at Antonio.
"What is it between you and Lovino?" He frowned
"Lovi and I are lovers~ what are you and him?" Antonio's face was serious as he looked at the other with a frown.
"We talk a lot more then you have been with him for the last month..."
That caused Antonio to frown "Stay away from Lovino! You're just going to make him upset again!"
"Upset over what? You cheating on him with his brother?!"
"I would never cheat on Lovino!" Gilbert frowned and looked away.
"Then stop picking favorites with your boyfriend and his brother... Lovino should be your favorite, not his brother." Gilbert looked up at Antonio again with a frown. "Lovino might not be what you want but you can't just use him then treat his brother like how you're meant to treat him"
"I don't treat them any different"
"THAT IS THE PROBLEM YOU MORON" The Prussian was losing it with the Spaniard, he was so close to storming back into the hospital to tell Lovino that he loved him even if they had just met but with this Spaniard around it made things harder. Gilbert probably knew more about the Italian in a month then Antonio knew in the time they were together. Antonio's gaze went down before walking away from Gilbert. The Prussian was most possibly right, well to Gilbert, he was always right. A small spring in his step, Gilbert walked back to Lovino's room. He felt like he had slayed a dragon which was something he shouldn't have felt over getting in a fight that he knew could happen again but he didnt care. He was happy that he had now got Lovino to himself.
When he walked into the little room the Italian was asleep, curled in a ball on the bed, a bruise forming on his forehead.
"Hey Lovi.." Gilbert muttered to the sleeping Italian "I'm sorry about what happened... I didn't mean to get mad at him... And hit him... And for someone to hurt you... And" he continued going through a list of what was bad in what happened while waiting for the Italian to wake up.